Game Posts

Kit stares up at Barendd and lets loose with some truly horrid wheezing, gasping, and coughing that sounds remarkably like a string of vile invectives.

Have a sip of you'd like. Maybe it'll help you collect yourself.
Barendd offers his waterskin to Kit which he filled with watered down wine. So now it's something as thirst quenching as it is slightly inebriating.

Following his companions, Pageflap also stops by the door. Keeping a tight grip with his talons, he investigates the door. Keeping in mind Barennd's description of its composition. Having hollow bones, he doesn't have much trouble holding himself up on the rope, but there are still three more guys coming down so once he's given the door a quick investigation he goes the rest of the way down.

Noticing the direction the tunnel at the bottom, his anticipation suddenly flares up, as well as some apprehension about what it could mean about the slugs. Pageflap tightens his grip on his staff.

Without much vision because of the fog, Iman starts walking a little ahead of the group With one hand on the wall, and the other holding his weapon, just in case something comes out of the fog.
We need to pace ourselves down here, there may not be a way out other than climbing back up, so reserving some strength is probably best. If anything comes at ya down here, we need to make sure we take care of it quick. Any chance we can deal with this fog?

Pageflap shakes his head no, he doesn't have a spell for something like this. He follows behind Iman at a safe distance, his grip on his staff tight and his Mage Armor spell ready to be cast

Damn. Well perhaps we can find the way to the other side of the golden door somewhere through these tunnels, let’s press on, we can’t stay too long down here.

Well that doesn't look good.aybe this has something to do with the dried well. Let me see if I can see anything in that mass.

Hey Pageflap, do these roots seem similar to the slug that attacked you?

Pageflap gives a nod, while thinking about the Burning Hands spell and considering its usefulness.

Wait a minute... so if these roots right here are what that slug was back in the Inn, then that one we saw was definitely not any queen...

As Pageflap begins inching closer to the roots, he waves his staff around himself. Focusing, he draws the arcane strength of cured leather from his orb while speaking his old name, a knife weekly hitting some armor. Protected by his Mage Armor, he pulls out a torch and pokes the root from as far away as he can.

Oh dear! Kit exclaims. Though not as terrifying as a group of armed bandits, fighting wormy grubs is not in his milieu. He backs up a couple steps and waves his fingers at one of them, which is suddenly covered in a shower of sparks.

What is that noise?! Iman exclaims while covering his ears as the screeches echoes through the tunnel.
Ill let you guys handle those grubs, Crow seems to know how to deal with them, and maybe Mr. Dwarf can get a clean hit with Marlowe's help, Iman jests at Barendd.

Iman goes into a rage! Seeing that the range of the tentacles can be unpredictable, he chooses to charge at these first. Charging through the steamy fog with one arm shielding his face, he focuses on the tentacle on the left. Iman grabs the end of his halberd with both hands and attempts a sweep at the base of the tentacle to chop it right off!Iman makes a clean hit, catches his balance and walks back 5 ft while maintaining a defensive stance.